"Surprise!"

Millie stood there dumbfounded, her eyes wide and her face covered in confetti. She was completely flabbergasted by the surprise party that had been thrown for her. A mixture of shock, surprise, and a sprinkle of embarrassment washed over her features as she tried to take in her unexpected welcome. Even more confetti swirled around her, adding to the chaos. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of everything happening.

The shock of the confetti, lights suddenly turning on, and the shouting was all too much for the mouse demon. Millie felt like her brain and senses were overloaded by all of the sounds and sights of everything. Her eyes spun and she felt dizzy. There was too much happening at once, and combining this with all of the interactions she's had with Alastor and his...everything. Millie just wanted to disappear, be alone, and have time to process all of this. She squeezed her eyes shut to try to block out some of the stimuli in front of her.

All of a sudden, there was a soft popping sound that echoed through the room, and suddenly Millie seemed to vanish into thin air. Everyone standing in the lobby stared in shock and confusion as Millie suddenly vanished in an instant. They exchanged perplexed glances, wondering where she had gone. Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief and surprise as Millie suddenly disappeared into thin air. His senses scanned the room, desperately searching for any sign of her presence. The others in the lobby stood frozen in shock, their expressions mirroring Alastor's bewilderment.

Alastor, normally composed and collected, couldn't help but feel a pang of concern and bewilderment at Millie's disappearance. "What in the world..." he muttered, his gaze darting around the room once more, searching for any hint of where she might have gone.

Charlie was the first to break the stunned silence, "Where did Millie go?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with worry. "She was here just a moment ago!" Vaggie looked at everyone in the lobby, "Did anyone see where she went?" she asked, her voice laced with anxiety. "She was here one second and just vanished into thin air!" Vaggie turned her gaze towards Alastor, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Alastor," Vaggie said, her tone stern. "You were standing right next to Millie before she vanished. Did you have anything to do with this?"

Alastor's gaze flicked from the spot where Millie had stood to Vaggie's accusatory gaze. He knew his reputation and presence often raised eyebrows, but he had nothing to do with Millie's sudden disappearance. He gave a thin smile and shook his head. "Rest assured, dear Vaggie," he replied, not breaking eye contact. "I am just as baffled as the rest of you. I have no idea how she simply vanished like that."

Charlie stepped in, noticing Vaggie's growing agitation, and placed a soothing hand on her shoulder. "Vaggie, calm down," Charlie said gently, trying to soothe her girlfriend's anger. "We need to focus on finding Millie." Vaggie took a deep breath, acknowledging Charlie's words and willing herself to calm down. With a calmer demeanor, she began to give instructions to the group.

"Charlie's right," Vaggie said, her voice firm but more controlled. "We need to prioritize finding Millie. Everyone, spread out and search the hotel. There has to be clues or something that could show where she went or how she disappeared."

But before anyone could move, a tiny voice caught everyone's attention. They froze, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Vaggie strained to hear the source of the tiny voice. Her expression shifted from frustration to confusion as she listened intently. "Did you all hear that?" she asked, turning to the group. "Where did that voice come from?"

Alastor's ears twitched at the sound, his head tilting slightly to the side as he listened intently. The rest of the group fell silent, straining their ears to locate the source of the tiny voice. The tiny voice called out again, claiming to be down on the ground.

"I-I'm down here..."

All eyes in the room looked downwards, trying to spot the source of the voice. There, standing in front of them all, was Millie – but she was incredibly tiny. Everyone stared in bewilderment at the miniature Millie. She couldn't have been more than 6 to 7 inches tall.

The room was filled with gasps and murmurs of disbelief as everyone processed Millie's tiny size.

Charlie blinked twice, her eyes widening in shock. "Holy..." she whispered, a mix of surprise and wonder in her voice. "Shit..." Vaggie's eyes widened as she finished Charlie's response.

Husk, leaning against the bar, almost lost his grip on the bottle of cheap alcohol he was holding. His voice was filled with disbelief as he murmured, "I've seen a lot, but...Goddamn."

"Is this for fuckin' real or am I hallucinatin'? I'm sure as hell ain't high, Vagina got rid of all my stashes. She's fuckin' tiny!" Angel Dust leaned forward, disbelief still etched on his face. "This ain't some sort of trick, is it? Ain't no way she shrank this small!"

Niffty, who had been dusting on the other side of the lobby, ran over at all of the commotion. Her eye widened, she started to cackled in her usual manner. "Hee hee, a new bug to stab!" she exclaimed gleefully. She whipped out her oversized needle out of nowhere, and raised it to stab at what she thought was a weird looking insect.

"Now, now, Niffty," Alastor said, holding her at bay effortlessly. "Let's not go around stabbing our fellow hotel patrons. Millie is a guest, not an insect to impale."

Niffty pouted as Alastor held her back, her excitement deflating in an instant. "But it looked like a cool bug!" she protested, her large eye still fixed on Millie. "I wanted to add it to my collection!"

Alastor chuckled at Niffty's enthusiasm, her desire to add Millie to her "collection" bringing a smirk to his face. "I understand your excitement," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "But perhaps you should let Millie remain free from being pinned on a display."

Seeing Niffty's pout and the need to redirect her attention, Alastor lowered her back to the ground and snapped his fingers. An assortment of colorful bugs materialized in a box in front of Niffty.

"Here, my dear," he said, "Some new specimens for your entomological collection."

Niffty's eye lit up as she saw the colorful bugs appear in front of her. The distraction worked wonders, and her earlier excitement about stabbing Millie faded in the face of new, more desirable targets.

"Ooh, pretty!" she exclaimed, her hands clapping together. "New bugs!" Nifty took the box and ran off. As Niffty busied herself with her new bugs, everyone's attention swiveled back to the tiny Millie. Charlie crouched down to get a closer look at her. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of concern and bewilderment.

"Millie, are you okay?" Charlie asked, her voice filled with worry. "How did this happen?"

Millie's tiny voice piped up, answering Charlie's question with a timid tone. "This happens when I get overwhelmed," she explained, her voice sounding even more squeakier than usual due to her shrunken size. "It's another ability I have as a mouse demon. I guess being a mouse wasn't enough. I can shrink to the size of one too."

A brief moment of stunned silence followed Millie's words. Vaggie was the first to speak up, her voice filled with disbelief. "You mean to tell me you have the ability to shrink whenever you get overwhelmed. Can you control it?" she asked, her gaze never leaving Millie.

Millie stared up at the towering figures before her. Her face was flushed a deep shade of red from embarrassment as she tried to form a response. "I... I don't have control over this..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just happens when I get... overwhelmed."

Angel Dust, ever the one to speak his mind, chimed in, "That's some strange power ya got there, dollface. Who woulda thought a little mouse like you could shrink down even smaller? You're just full of surprises, aren't ya?"

Husk took a swig of his cheap booze, "Seems like you've met your match, Angel," Husk smirked. "Never thought you'd find someone smaller than yourself, huh?"

Angel Dust's mouth hung open in shock as Husk's words sunk in. He was offended at the implication that he was small in any way.

"What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising an octave. "I'll have you know, Husky, that I am anything but small! You take that back!"

As Angel Dust protested, his offended tone gradually gave way to a more playful manner. He turned to Husk with a smirk and said, "Ya know what? Since you think I'm small and all, I'd be happy to prove you wrong, Husky. And since I think you're kinda cute, I'll even do it for free."

Husker's face flushed a subtle shade of red at Angel's blunt remark. He was caught off guard and found himself speechless. He thought at this point, he'd be used to the pornstar's sex jokes but obviously not. His face turned a shade of red as he tried to come up with a reply, but nothing came out. Embarrassment washed over him, causing him to avert his gaze from Angel's smoldering eyes.

As Husk struggled to find his voice, Angel Dust decided to poke at the situation, playfully teasing his flustered state.

"What's the matter, Husky?" Angel Dust taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Cat got your tongue?"

As Husk attempted to regain some composure, he let out a gruff "Shut up," in response to Angel Dust's teasing. He busied himself with polishing some glasses behind the bar, trying to act nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed his true emotions.

Angel Dust couldn't help but grin at the flustered state he had reduced Husk to. He took a moment to silently relish in his victory. "Oh, I'll definitely get you someday, Husky," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of confidence and playfulness.

Vaggie decided to rein in Angel Dust's teasing and bring everyone back to the more pressing issue at hand. "Angel," she called out, her voice firm yet tired. "Enough messing around. We have more important matters to focus on." She gestured towards Millie, who was still occupying a small space on the floor.

Charlie looked at the tiny Millie with concern. "Millie," she began, her voice gentle. "Is it alright if I pick you up and place you on one of the tables? It might be more comfortable for you, and we wouldn't want you getting lost or stepped on."

Millie, although still quite overwhelmed, managed to muster a nod of approval. "Yes, it's okay," she squeaked out. Charlie carefully scooped up the tiny Millie in her hands and placed her gently on one of the tables. She looked down at the tiny figure with a mixture of concern and fascination.

"I hope you're comfortable up here," Charlie said, her voice gentle and caring. "We'll get this sorted out, I promise."

"I'm o-okay," Millie replied, her voice high pitched and shaky. "I-I'll return to normal size, it might take a while for me to calm down to be able to focus enough to do so." she murmured, her voice still unusually diminutive.

Charlie listened intently to Millie's explanation, her concern for the tiny demon evident in her expression. The knowledge that Millie would need some to return to normal did little to alleviate the worry, but she was going to make the best of this situation for Millie's sake.

"Okay, we'll make sure you're comfortable and safe until then," Charlie assured her. "Is there anything we can do for you while you wait to turn back?" Millie's assurance that she would be okay eased Charlie's concern for the time being.

"Alright," she said softly, "but please let us know if you need anything at all, okay? We'll do everything we can to help you."

Mille nodded and suddenly remembered that this was a party. A party for her! She rushed to thank everyone, "Thank you, everyone, for this party," she murmured, a small smile gracing her tiny face. Her voice, still high-pitched, was laced with genuine appreciation. She looked around at all of the decorations and food that was set up, eyes wide as she took in all of the effort that was put into the party. "I... I never had anyone do anything like this for me before."

Millie's quiet admission slipped out without her even realizing it, and the gravity of her words hung in the air. Her mention of never having experienced such kindness before left Charlie and the others feeling a mix of sympathy and determination to make this a great memory for the mouse.

Angel Dust, always eager to lighten the mood, chimed in with his usual carefree demeanor. "Lucky for you, Squeakers," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You're in the presence of the ultimate party expert. I know how to throw a wild bash that'll knock your tiny socks off!"

Husk chimed in from behind the bar with a snort of skepticism. "Yeah, because throwing yourself at every demon in sight counts as 'partying,'" he muttered under his breath before taking another swig from his bottle.

Angel Dust shot back a smug look at Husk.

"Aww, ya jealous kitten? Don't worry, you're still my favorite. Anyway, it's not just about who I throw myself at, Husky," he retorted. "It's about the atmosphere, the music, the ambiance. I know how to make a party unforgettable. And trust me, this one is gonna be a blast, even if it means accommodating for our tiny little guest here."

Vaggie, always the pragmatic one, rolled her eyes at Angel Dust's enthusiasm. "Unbelievable," she muttered under her breath. Charlie, despite her concern for the current situation, maintained her optimistic spirit. She rallied the group with her unwavering positivity.

"Angel's right!" she agreed, her smile back in full force. "This is Millie's welcome party, and we're going to make sure it's a celebration to remember!"

"That's the spirit, Charlie!" Alastor exclaimed, he had been quiet during the whole interaction. "Let's give our tiny friend here a welcome party she'll never forget!" He snapped his fingers and music started playing out of a radio that appeared out of nowhere. Of course it was lively jazz, what else was Alastor going to play?

Angel groaned at Alastor's selection of music. "Ugh, don't you know anything besides jazz, Smiles?" he grumbled. "Can't we mix it up a bit? I'd kill for something more exciting, anything but this swingin' stuff!" He took matters into his own hands, strutting over to the radio that Alastor had magically conjured up. He switched it off and turned on the modern stereo system that was in the lobby, quickly changing the music to something more suited to a party.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the abrupt change in playlist but remained silent. Alastor, as much as he liked to assert control, knew when to pick his battles. He allowed the spider to take charge of the music, not wanting to cause a scene at the party. He hung back with a neutral expression on his face, quietly observing the festivities.

As the party kicked into full swing, Millie, despite her current size, was happily enjoying herself. Angel Dust, never one to back down from a challenge, found a way to dance with the mini mouse.

He gently scooped Millie up carefully and, holding her gently in his hands, began to twirl her around to the rhythm, making sure not to lose his grip as he moved.

Charlie, ever the gracious hostess, wanted to make sure Millie had a special party treat tailored to her size. She tried her best to cut a piece of cake that would fit Millie, but it proved more challenging than she anticipated.

The cake was crumbly, and no matter how carefully she sliced, the pieces still ended up being too large. Charlie looked at the wonky slices with frustration. Millie reassured Charlie with a soft smile. Despite the cake-cutting struggle, she took it in stride. "It's alright, Charlie," she said, her tiny voice filled with reassurance. "I can manage with a normal size slice. I'll figure it out. No need to fuss."

Charlie, relieved at Millie's graciousness, smiled back. She appreciated Millie's understanding nature. "Are you sure?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice. "It's your party, and I want to make sure everything is perfect..."

"Positive," Millie replied, her small face lit up with a gentle grin. Millie sat by the edge of the plate and picked up a small piece of the cake slice Charlie had plated. She brought it to her mouth and took a bite, trying and failing to not get frosting all around her mouth. The sweetness of the cake filled her mouth as she enjoyed the treat.

The was the unmistakable click of a camera, and Millie looked toward the sound and saw Angel taking photos of her with his phone. Her tiny face flushed slightly as she realized she had been caught in the act of indulging in a handful of cake.

Angel, a sly grin on his face, had taken the opportunity to capture the adorable scene of the tiny Millie enjoying her cake. He couldn't help but snap a photo to preserve the adorable moment.

"Sorry, Squeakers," he chuckled. "You just looked too cute with that cake. Had to take a pic. Don't worry I ain't gonna post it." Angel continued his impromptu photo shoot, deciding to use the opportunity to capture more candid moments of the party, with a special emphasis on Millie. He aimed his camera, framing his shots to highlight the tiny demon's endearing expressions.

Angel even seized a chance to capture an extra special moment. He carefully scooped up Millie, gently placing her in his ample chest fluff. Without hesitation, he raised his phone and clicked a selfie of him with Millie enveloped in his chest fluff. "You look absolutely precious, Squeakers," Angel laughed, holding his phone up so Millie could see the photo. "Just too cute to handle."

Millie, unable to deny the charm of the photo, admitted that she did look adorable surrounded by Angel's fluff. With a tiny grin, she also complimented him, saying he looked good as well. Angel, always appreciative of compliments, ran his fingers through his hair and gave a sexy pose in a playful show of pride. Still being careful of Millie of course.

"Oh, you flatter me, sweetheart," he replied, a hint of smugness in his voice. "But I must say, you're the real star of this photo."

Angel Dust's eyes sparkled as he thought of a great idea. He gently placed Millie back on the table before rushing off towards the elevators. "I'll be right back, Squeakers!" he called out, his voice excited. "Just wait here for a bit, okay?"

Without waiting for a reply, he dashed away, leaving Millie on the table, surrounded by the ongoing party festivities. She watched his retreating form, wondering what he was up to, and waited patiently for him to return.

While she waited for the spider to return, Millie looked around at the others. Charlie and Vaggies were dancing, Husk was drinking, Nifty had come back from wherever she ran off to. She began to sweep up all of the confetti but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Alastor was nowhere to be found. She was both relieved and disappointed. It was a strangely conflicting feeling—on one hand, she wouldn't mind avoiding his unsettling presence, yet on the other, a small part of her felt the lingering effect of Alastor's charm.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Charlie came over to the table she was on to take a breather. "Hey Millie," Charlie greeted, her cheerful tone and smile never wavering. "Having a good time?"

Millie, jolted out of her inner contemplation, looked up at Charlie and offered a small, slightly nervous smile.

"I am," she replied in her diminutive voice. "Thanks for throwing this party. It's been lovely."

Charlie's face lit up even more, her genuine nature shining through.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're enjoying it!" she exclaimed. "I wanted to make sure your welcome party was special."

Millie thanked Charlie again and happily continued conversing with the princess. During the conversation, Charlie jumped up, "Oh, right!" she exclaimed. "There's a contract we need you to sign—just some official stuff for your stay here. It's super important, but don't worry, it's nothing too scary!" She stopped herself and looked back at Millie, "I guess it can wait until you're back to normal," she scratched her cheek, forgetting Millie's current predicament.

Millie giggled at Charlie's reaction and agreed that the contract could wait. They both turned around just in time to see Angel rushing back to the party. He was carrying a small pink bundle in his arms. He skidded to a halt in front of Millie and Charlie, slightly out of breath. "I'm back!" he announced, panting slightly. "And I've got a surprise for you, Squeakers!" He opened his arms with a flourish to reveal the cutest pig Millie had ever seen. She couldn't help the excited squeak that left her mouth.

"Ta-daaa!" he exclaimed, a pleased grin on his face. "I thought you'd like to meet my precious baby, Fat Nuggets. Say hi, sweety!" he said to the little pig. Fat Nuggets looked at Millie with his round eyes, letting out a soft snort as if acknowledging her presence. Charlie, standing next to Millie, giggled at the sight. "I think he likes you," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Millie could only stare at the cutie. Angel placed Nuggets gently on the tabletop next to Millie. The pink pig sniffed the air with curiosity, his snout twitching as he inspected the tiny demon.

"He's pretty damn adorable, isn't he?" Angel remarked, his voice full of pride. Nuggets moved closer to Millie and gently nudged her with his snout and gave her a tiny lick. "Looks like he approves of you, Squeakers," he said with a grin.

Millie's face, which had been initially taken aback by the unexpected lick, softened into a small smile. She reached out a tiny hand to gently pat Fat Nuggets on his pink head.

"He's a sweetheart," she murmured, her voice filled with affection. Fat Nuggets closed his eyes and leaned into Millie's tiny hand, seemingly basking in the pats. Angel and Charlie melted at the precious site, " Awww" they both exclaimed in unison. Angel whipped out his phone again and started taking pictures. After a few clicks, he got a wonderful idea. He gently picked Millie up and placed her on Fat Nuggets' back. The little piglet didn't seem fazed by what his dad was doing, and continued to snort in contentment.

Charlie looked like she was going to explode at the sight and called over Vaggie to show her the cuteness. "Vaggie, you've gotta see this!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with joy.

Vaggie, who had been engaged in a conversation with Husk nearby, turned to look at the scene unfolding before her. Her stern expression softened slightly as she took in the adorable spectacle of Millie on Fat Nuggets' back.

Husk observed the scene from behind the bar. He tried to maintain his usual grumpy demeanor. Yet, even he couldn't deny that the sight of Millie on Fat Nuggets' back was a tad bit adorable. Though he would never admit it out loud, a faint hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched.

Angel was having a field day taking as many pictures as he could. He took a few selfies with Millie and his piglet and more pictures with him, Charlie, Vaggie, and Millie with Nuggets. He said he would make copies of the pictures for them.

Millie, seated atop Fat Nuggets, observed the party scene unfolding before her. A sense of contentment washed over her as she absorbed the atmosphere — a party filled with people who wanted her there and genuinely seemed to care. It was a stark contrast to the loneliness and isolation she had experienced when she was alive, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude.

The small demon allowed herself a moment to revel in the joy and wonder of the situation, feeling more at ease than she had in a long while.

Alastor had quietly slipped away at the start of the party. His departure went largely unnoticed. The party continued on without him, the cheerful chatter and music filling the air. Alastor retreated to his radio tower. He had work to do, preparations for his next broadcast to make. There were a few souls he planned to broadcast.

As he settled into the familiar surroundings of his tower, he immersed himself in the task at hand. Clicking and clacking of equipment filled the air, the sound blending with Alastor's own soft hum.

Alastor's eyes gleamed with a sadistic delight as he contemplated the upcoming broadcast. The thought of using a few unfortunate souls for his entertainment filled him with a twisted sense of joy. He chuckled softly, imagining the screams and suffering that would soon echo through Pentagram City. His fingers danced over the equipment like a maestro preparing for his next symphony. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he set the stage for another night of terror-inducing entertainment.

He decided to wait until the night following the party to begin. He didn't want his wicked works to interfere with the cheerful gatherings below. He allowed his mind to wander to the party and the diminutive guest of honor, Millie. His thoughts still lingered on Millie's ability to shrink in size, and he started to scheme. He mused over the potential uses for such an ability and how he could exploit it to his advantage. He was sure that he could find a use for her powers somehow.

A sinister grin spread across his face as he considered offering to help Millie in learning how to control her ability to shrink. Yes, that could work. He could pretend to be helpful, offering his assistance in mastering her shrinking ability. All while slowly weaving her into his web of manipulation.

Alastor felt a familiar sensation as his antlers began to grow. The thrill of the possibility of manipulating Millie fueled his monstrous side, causing his antlers to protrude further. He stopped in his musings, his brow furrowing at the thought of Vaggie interfering with his plans. He let out a low growl. The thought of the uptight and vigilant moth disrupting his plans brought no joy to the Radio Demon.

He knew that Vaggie was fiercely protective of Charlie and anyone under her lady loves' care. Alastor would need to be careful and strategic if he were to pursue his plans for Millie without raising Vaggie's suspicions. He leaned back in his chair. He wasn't concerned about Vaggie or anyone else getting in the way of his plans. He was the Radio Demon after all. Feared by all who knew his name.

The sheer power and influence he wielded would ensure that anyone who dared to stand against him would face dire consequences. Especially since he had been able to gain more strength by using what he learned from the tome he purchased from the little mouse. He could feel his strength grow the more he learned despite the deal he was in restricting his abilities. The thought of the chain around his neck was a constant reminder of that deal, even though the chain wasn't visible. But he was certain that he could use whatever Millie was hiding to find a way to break free from the cursed deal.

With his confidence bolstered, Alastor plotted his next move, his antlers gleaming menacingly in the soft light of the broadcast booth.